Drafts.
"Truth be told: You were my favorite mistake."
— Eight word story (20)
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Someone once told me about rose colored sunglasses and how they distort everything you see. Its sort of like when you’re in love and all you see is the good, blinded by happiness you never knew existed. You ignore all the bad and troubling signs because, at the time, it didn’t matter. But all those little things added up. So maybe it’s time to take off those sunglasses and see things the way they are.

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"Gave you my all, but it wasn’t enough."
— Eight word story (19)
Posted 2 days ago with 0 notes

Staying up late and letting your thoughts roam is equivalent to emotional suicide.

Posted 2 days ago with 0 notes

I finally have date ideas, but only now, I’m single like a Pringle.

Posted 3 days ago with 0 notes

No matter how many times I wash these sheets, I can’t wash you away. Fuck.

Posted 3 days ago with 0 notes

I had a dream that we were holding hands again. Awkwardly, but still. Fingers intertwined. The longer it went on, the tighter the grip. We were connected. I think that connection is fading away. I can’t chase it. I can’t replace it. I can’t magically make it reappear. I miss it dearly, more than I miss you.

Posted 3 days ago with 0 notes
"Nothing is limitless, my dear. Everything is temporary."
— Eight word story (18)
Posted 5 days ago with 0 notes

48 hours of moping is almost over. Break ups shouldn’t consume my life. I need to adjust to being single and continue to keep a smile on my face, even if it kills me. I refuse to let this marinate in my brain.

Posted 5 days ago with 0 notes

Today would have been 14 months. How convenient.

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